In this age of H1N1 and so on, it amazes me that supermarket salad bars with their open pits of whatever-breeds-in-mayonnaise are still in operation anyway. But this one incident nearly made me lose my lunch before I even bought it (you have been warned).
Sweeping into the deli area from the street, and preceded by a distinct odor, came a muddy whirlwind of a man. He brushed past me, gave me a truly maniacal grin, dipped a filthy hand into the nearest potato salad bin and placed a helping straight into his mouth. He flashed me a conspiratorial wink and shot back into the street.